He was in a state of shock over what had just happened and how it had made him feel. One thing was for certain, he couldn’t stay like this all night but he was loathed to move where they weren’t touching. He rolled them to their sides, this was much better. He had managed to stay inside her and he liked the way it felt. He wanted to get up and dance. He had found his mate, his! He’d never in his fondest dreams dared hope this would happen to him. She was so beautiful, so feisty, and just so perfect. He just knew on a basic soul deep level that she was the right one for him. That she was his mate, he knew but it led to other questions that made his head hurt. He should be sleeping but the only way that would happen was if he could bite himself. He didn’t begrudge his mate her deep slumber, he just wanted to share to with her. It was just one of many things he wanted to share with her. It made him remember some of the difficulties other gods had had with their human mates. Oh, dear father Cronos what if she didn’t want him?
